"That place is your stronghold, and it will also be your tomb."
He turned and strode toward the bridge.
"Full speed ahead, target Planet K412!"
...
The scene shifted.
Planet K412, surface.
This was a planet that reeked of rust and gunpowder.
The dark red earth was littered with abandoned mining facilities and massive craters.
At this moment, within the ruins of an abandoned smelting plant, an exceptionally brutal battle was raging.
Dozens of Martial Artists in Standard Power Armor had formed a defensive perimeter, fending off an assault by a force of frenzied Blood God Followers several times their number.
These followers, their bodies slathered in strange, blood-red runes and wielding a variety of crude yet lethal Chainsaw Axes and blast-guns, fearlessly launched charge after charge.
The battle had reached a fever pitch.
On the Martial Artists' side, nearly everyone was wounded.
